If a man's wit be wandering,...

"... let him study the mathematics." Francis Bacon

Ah, communication. Sometimes it seems as if the more we develop new ways to communicate, the harder it is to converse with people. Okay, so the quote & the first sentence don't really have much to do with each other. Um, they don't. Not really. Only in context of the entire post. You see, every so often, my little sister will tell me to update my blog so that she can know what's going on in my life; or, as she so aptly puts it, so that she can stalk me on something other than facebook. Except, now I have my blog automatically updating to my facebook page, so she probably doesn't need to even come to this website at all. Anyway, I like to know what's going on in the lives of my family, & I don't always let them know what I'm up to. I can't remember the last time I talked to any of them, or saw them in person, as I've been swept away in a tumultuous wave of study, band, and trying to have a life. After this week, it'll just be band & trying to have a life, and after Christmas I'm just going to try to live. Not just survive, but live & thrive, all of which are great words to use if you're playing Bananagrams & get the "v" tile...

I wanted to be able to take a break in the middle of this week, but if I'm going to attempt to go to that basketball game on Thursday, I might not be able to pull it off. Here's what my week looks like:

Today (which is over now, but this makes the week seem more complete):
religion final at 11am
take a shower in the women's restroom on the 11th floor of the SWKT
dance final scheduled for 5:45 (but the instructor changed it to 5:15...)

Tuesday:
study.eat. study. repeat as needed
Spanish phonetics final from 3-6pm
study for the lit exam of doom

Wednesday:
studystudystudystudystudy. BREATHE. studystudystudystudystudy
Spanish Literature final exam of DOOM from 5:45pm-7:45pm
collapse in exhaustion

Thursday:
PIZZA DAY (no, wait, that was last week... oops)
study day. no finals. the end is near.

Friday:
pray fervently
study
eat
study
Economic Development final from 2:30-5:30pm

& then I'm done with my undergrad educational career.
I'd really like to do something to celebrate once that exam gets handed in. My idea? Go see the lights on Temple^2. I've never really seen them, although I did get to walk hurriedly past them last Thursday. They seemed really pretty, but I'd like to really be able to enjoy & observe. Plus, it'd be an added bonus if I wasn't freezing due to lack of pants (dresses never are winter friendly). As many people as would care to join me should come! Feliz Navidad!

Methinks the Spirit whispers,

"no man has found 'pure space,'" - William W. Phelps ("If You Could Hie to Kolob")

I should be studying. I should be immersed in Spanish for the next two days, not even bothering with the English language & all of its nuances. I should be doing the problems at the end of the chapters, as I know that my professor pulls most of the test questions from them, or at least has some permutation of them on the actual exams. I should be studying my scriptures, & then getting ready for bed so that I can better utilize my morning study hours. Should, should, should... Debo, debo, debo... pero hay cosas que a veces no entiendo... Por ejemplo, grammar.

Alright, so, I was sitting on my extremely comfortable couch this evening, reading through my Spanish phonetics book, when my roommate expresses her frustration that one of the guys in her group put an extra (second) space after each of his periods, & that she now had to go through & delete them all... um... Did I just miss something here? I may have grown up in California, but I was always taught that you're supposed to have 2 spaces between sentences... Well, that's if it's just one period-- if it's 3, then one space will suffice. This i serious stuff right here, a completely new concept/way of thinking. It just blows my mind... So what do I do? I start looking through my text to see if prof. Alba had a single or double space thing going on between sentences... I couldn't tell. Then I decided to ask everyone I know. John grew up with the 2 spaces, Andy's had 2, I have 2, Katie has 1, Mandie said that she'd heard of both (she's lived in Oregon, CA, & UT)... & that's everyone that I've heard from now. Is this a regional phenomenon? Does it differ in state across time? Did it start as 2 and switch to 1 for time constraints, or is the addition of that 2nd space a result of minimum page requirements? I just don't know what to think anymore, & I really can't handle this new information in the midst of finals (chiste-- it's just a convenient distraction from my studies). What say ye, everyone out there within eyesight of this blog? Two spaces, or not two spaces-- that is the question.